Show Me A Hero And I'll Write

She Was Beautiful - But Especially She Was Without Mercy.

She Felt A Little Betrayed And Sad, But Presently A Moving Object Came Into Sight. It Was A Huge Horse-chestnut Tree In Full Bloom Bound For The Champs Elysees, Strapped Now Into A Long Truck And Simply Shaking With Laughter - Like A Lovely Person In An Undignified Position Yet Confident None The Less Of Being Lovely. Looking At It With Fascination, Rosemary Identified Herself With It, And Laughed Cheerfully With It, And Everything All At Once Seemed Gorgeous.

Let Me Tell You About The Very Rich. They Are Different From You And Me.

From The Ruins, Lonely And Inexplicable As The Sphinx, Rose The Empire State Building.

Very Well Then, Better A Sane Crook Than A Mad Puritan.